Thou art fairy of fairish, O Corona dear!
Feel I justice to thee, so you are just
than to whom I trust.
And make them myself for five year,
But these cuttlefishes tie themselves into chair
as if they never come to here,
Loot, boot and shot
change me dust,
Make more malfeasance here, O my dear!
Fish without water, I am here,
They make me cry, they make me fry, O my dear!
Thou art the sign of sheer!
Thou art fair than my near,
No rich, no poor before thou dear,
Thou know nothing who black or white,
Neither thou know Krishna nor Kansh,
Wall and Pentagon same to thee,
So thou are perfect in my view,
Thou art teacher of light
For cuttlefishes who don't have response,
Righteous thou art, not unfair, O my dear!
Thou art dandy of delight, O Corona dear!
Hectic life was there, before thou appear,
Thou take my tear as I was in high gear,
Free I am, because thou art sincere,
Freedom fighter thou are,
Thou provide opportunity to play guitar,
Thou make me superstar,
Leave me to enjoy in my own bar,
I am with my dear with no fear,
Because no boss near, O my dear!
Thou art calm controller of crime!
But now complete stress-free bedtime,
Blackbirds, white birds all are on the tree,
Thou make them free,
Even deaf listen the songs
as if nothing is wrong,
From sea, mountain I can see,
as though sky is free,
So sphere be sheer, and I with my dear,
So come after every some year, O my dear!
